Intrude

Life's standards, its conclude how gospel vested interlude drives promise to the wind, my own extrude ~ As telling all the world my love is true and then to thy own ear exclude no gracious entity of faith so rude! Would chance the day, this then to call my mood and privacies invade, not Heaven's brood as nowhere else defined, still search as clued! For it is Hell I share, without thy good entwining time together, understood ~ that Heaven not be broken, with laws lewd if not on Earth that then Thy love renewed! And not in time away and not in viewed disorder of love's claim, so misconstrued is neither here nor there, is but fool's feud the argument contained by my Art's hued! And brought to center stage as empty stood what moment can arrange, that thee include this aching heart's abridge ~ . . . without intrude!